“Ha-ha!” Carl laughed loudly on the battle stage. He pressed his hand on his stomach and pointed at Darryl. “You are so funny; you think you can win first place with this limited ability of yours? Did you even think before you spoke?”
As he said that, Carl’s face turned dark and cold. “Let me see what you’ve got!”
He raised his hand firmly.
Bang!
In an instant, the air in front of Carl twisted!
“Million Definite Slash!” Carl shouted coldly as thin knives flew and were formed from the twisted air.
The knives were as thin as butterfly wings and were formed from internal energy. There were 10,000 of them!
“Luca, your competition ends here!” Carl said with an icy-cold voice.
He raised his hand and pointed at Darryl. In an instant, all the knives turned into a meteor shower, charging towards Darryl as it sliced through the air.
Seeing that, everyone could not help but take a cold breath. They were worried for Luca!
Carl was really powerful and definitely a Martial Emperor.
The 10,000 knives almost covered the entire battle stage. Who would be able to avoid them? Besides, Luca was only a Martial Saint; the knives would pierce him in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, everyone’s eyes were on Darryl. They stared coldly at him, showing no mercy. Luca was only a Martial Saint. He was still boasting even at the grand finals; he deserved no mercy!
“Luca, you can do it!” Suddenly, someone cheered. There was a sense in the voice coming from the observation stage.
It was Parker!
After being eliminated at the literary competition yesterday, Parker did not leave immediately. She stayed on, waiting to watch the finals!
Of course, another reason was to cheer for Darryl!
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